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I woke up the next morning with my head pounding. I couldn't believe the night before. I wanted it to all be a dream. Emmett would never hit me. Right? Where did my sweet, teddy bear of a brother go?

The purple bruise on my temple and eye told me that the night before was not infact a dream. Getting ready for work was a giant pain in the ass. I just wanted to stay in my bed all day day but then again I didn't wanna be here if Emmett came home.

I caked as much concealer on my face as I could and left my hair down in curls to cover the bruise. You could definitely still see it. Fanfuckingtastic.

Not wanting to get too dressed up, I just threw on a pair of black dress pants and an oversize light blue sweater with a pair of flats.

Traffic wasn't to bad this morning, and because I didn't spend too much time getting ready I arrived earlier than usual.

"Holy shit, is that Isabelle before the warning bell. Do I have cancer or something? What do I owe this ama- Bella what the fuck happened to your face?" Angela Weber, another English teacher asked.

Because Emmett went to Forks High, everyone knew about him spiraling out of control. I didn't know what I was gonna do about Emmett yet.

"I got a little tipsy last night, tripped and fell hitting my face on the coffee table." I pretended to laugh at my 'clumsiness'.

She seemed to believe me and continued making fun of me being early for once.

The day dragged on without much trouble. Until my very last class.

"So tell me what you guys think Hamlet was so hesitant to kill his Uncle?" I asked my class. Looking around at the faces of my students I sighed.

"Did anyone actually read the assignment?" No one raised their hands. "Get your books out and read. Come on guys, I do my part. I can't do everything for you" I sat down in my chair about to start grading papers when I heard my door squeak open.

I looked open to see the new principal Edward Cullen sticking his head in. "Ms. Swan can I see you for a second." I felt my eyes go wide. If they knew it was Emmett before I knew what I was going to do.

Getting up and explaining to the class I'd be back in a second, I walked out to the hall.

"Yes, Principal Cullen?" I asked politely as possible. I hated nothing more than someone coming into my class in the middle of it.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. I'm just making my rounds, getting to know all the teachers and students."

"Well that's very nice and considerate of you, but if you excuse me I have a bunch of students who don't do their homework." I went to open the door before he stopped me.

"Ms. Swan, I don't mean to intrude but did someone hit you?" There it was. I laughed. He must have not gotten my sarcastic tone.

"No sir." I chuckled. "I was walking out to my car and slipped on some ice."

"I thought you told Mrs. Weber that you tripped and hit your face on your couch?" OH SHIT.

I laughed nervously and looked down at my hands. Thinking on my feet I said, "Well, it's not exactly appropriate to tell your boss you got wasted off your ass the night before."

I looked up from my hands and into his green eyes. I never realized how bright his eyes was. I was brought back to reality by his laugh.

"Yes, I realize that but I also know how Principal Greene was and I want ya'll to feel completely comfortable with me. I'm actually a really chill guy." I was taken back. I was to taken back to process what he had just said.

Thanking him I went back into my classroom and shut the door.

The rest of the day dragged on, before I knew it the bell signally for dismissal rang. For the first time in a really long time, I didn't want to go home. I went to the grocery store and picked up some essentials. I even went by my dads tombstone and prayed on what to do.

Around 8 I had run out of things to do, and headed on.

I opened the door to my apartment not knowing what to expect. I was terrified. My house was completely cleaned. Someone had scrubbed it top to bottom, and even sprayed air freshener. I walked around looking everything over. It hadn't been this clean since Emmett and I first moved in here two years ago.

I half expected Ashton Kutcher to jump out and scream "YOU JUST GOT PUNKED" and throw shit everywhere.

I heard the bathroom door open and close. Emmett emerged from around the corner. He was crying.

I couldn't help but take a step back. Partly because he was crying and I have never seen him look this vulnerable, and partly because I felt fear course through me.

"Bella." He stepped towards me and stepped back. "Bella." His face contorted in pain. "Your face looks terrible. I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, well it looks and hurts a lot worse."

"I don't know wha-"

"What should I do? What do you want me to do?" I sighed defeated. He opened his mouth and then closed it back. We stood there looking at each other for what seemed like forever.

"Get your shit and get out."

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